*Taste~Lesson*

Sensacio'n: Contento (Level 6)
Localizatio'n: Residensia
 
      Its after my sunday youth service cum youth cell group. Pas. Michael shared with the group about his experience on food. He went for many mission trips. During these trips, one of them, he was sent to reach out for those unwanted children that are left by the streets with insufficient human basic needs. This team then gathers them and build them a place to live. Then he described when all of them had meals. Those rice with just soy sauce could already make those children's eyes twinkle and cry with joy tears. At that instance when i heard this, i remembered those moments when i was so fuzzy with food. Always thinking of perfect food - the taste, the saltiness, the freshness, the smell. Worst part is when i actually grumbled terribly at my mom when i don't like whats on the dining table. I actually rather go back and cook an extra fried egg to eat when there is more than enough food on the table. Now, after what pas. michael shared, i feel disgusted with myself. But i don't know if i could resist perfectly brewed coffee or even harder to fight myself to not to grumble and be satisfied with anything. I guess there is only one way to deal with it. *Prayer*.  Let time prove the effectiveness of prayer.

    Ah, i just thought of an idea. What if i improve my cooking, ( which would require the fuzziness in food ), but then, if i get the chance to serve in the ministry, i would be the one cooking for the kids.~! Everybody wins!.  * I don't wash plates though*. But at least, i think i should be less choosy and just give thanks, shut up and eat.

-Logging off-